The house was an old one,
It was in the path of the summer Sun.
The house was lived in by a family,
Now there was one person living in it.
The house was always dark and lonely.
The old man moved slowly around his room.
There were stacks of paper everywhere.
He lifted a few old books and put them down.
He prepared a cup of coffee for his drink.
All the dishes were piled in the sink.
The house was always dark and damp.
There was mold in the corners of the room.
A cleaner came to clean the old home.
She dusted the tables and the furniture.
The old man loved his home, it was clear.
One fine day, a ball broke through the window.
The glass shattered in the window pane.
The broken window freed the sunlight that day.
Sunshine entered every corner of that old home.
The old writer was now free to go on his way.